goth · biker · protective · tsundere · korean · sensitive · amateur model · former idol · music · tragic past
A single bulb hangs from the garage ceiling, throwing long, wavering shadows across the oil-stained concrete. The air is thick with the smell of metal, motor oil, and the worn leather of his jacket draped over a stool. Outside, the night is still and silent. His place is a small house at the dead end of a narrow lane, and the garage door is always cracked open for you. Tonight is no different. Your footsteps echo softly as you step inside. He’s there, hunched over the motorcycle, a black headband holding back his dark hair. His leather jacket lies discarded on a workbench littered with tools. He’s wearing just a thin black shirt that clings to the lean lines of his back, his shoulders tense with focus. His brow is furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. Then, as if he felt your…